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Okay, now I'm starting to panic about this upcoming move. Three weeks to go, and no solid leads. Apparently our dream apartment building -- where we had already been accepted -- will be jacking up its rates by more than 20% in August, making it cost-prohibiltive.

If any of you know someone who would love two low-maintenance, quiet gay tenants -- and isn't overwhelmingly concerned that our credit, although improving, is sort of mediocre; and we won't be able to get a referral from our current landlord, for reasons that will be clear after we leave -- let me know. Pretty much everywhere within a 45-minute commute to midtown Manhattan is now in play, and -- in another week -- I'll probably be even more flexible.

Our requirements are reasonable: close to mass transit; some closet space; room in the bedroom for a queen-sized bed (you who are not New Yorkers would be surprised how rare that can be); a landlord who's willing to look at our paycheck stubs and W-2s, and weigh credit reports against recent obstacles (i.e., my former chronically unemployed roommate, forcing me to pick up 90%+ of a two-bedroom).

We have pretty much given up dreams like views, light, and other luxuries. They will wait for another day.

Ugh... shouldn't post after drinks and 3 hours on craigslist. But if anyone can help, I will be grateful and possibly even befriend you.

And wouldn't it be nice to have a famous Famous friend? Of course it would!

So get me an apartment, bitch.